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What’s that smell?
My two-year-old darling goes to daycare once a week. She loves it – spends most of the time making dirt pies outside, Mr Biddulph will be pleased to hear, and I’m always thrilled to see how much dirt her clothes have managed to carry home. That statement’s not tongue-in-cheek, by the way. I really am stoked to see her grimy clothes, the clumps of dirt...
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United in sourdough
When I caught a wonderful, freshly-baked-from-the-oven whiff of this awesome thing happening here in my home state of Tasmania, I just had to share. This Easter, churches are breaking bread from the one batch of sourdough.
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My innocuous habit that’s not so innocuous after all.
When we lost our second baby to miscarriage, I remember sitting in the window seat of our red brick home. "What can I do?" hubby asked. "I want to go shopping," was my reply.
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Reading the raunchiest book in the Bible.
I've been reading Song of Songs these past few days. I wanted to better understand the concept of my faith being a romance with Jesus. Reading this short book of the Bible always made me feel uncomfortable, confused even. Like watching a steamy love scene in a movie with your parents sitting on the couch beside you.
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My girly girl, pay parity and other thoughts on being a woman.
As the proud mum of a two-year-old girl, I am privy to the whimsical workings of her sweet little head. She is the personification of joy and we have such fun doing girly things together, like dancing around the dining table to the Frozen soundtrack, picking flower petals for a fresh batch of perfume and making “wiggly worms” from pink play doh. Every night...
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6 Things I want to remember when I’m mum to a teen
I have seven years until I can say that I’m mum to a teenager. I shall relish those years; relish the toddler tantrums, the toilet training and shoelace tying. Because people keep telling me that when kids hit their teens, the rules change. Everything changes. Dark clouds form and the light and shade of parenting becomes more shade than light. Well, I don’t know...
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“You Disappear When You Get Old,” She Said.
It was a mild autumn afternoon by the river, the water still and the light all toffee and caramel. We were ambling along the water’s edge when an elderly lady came walking her puppy – a silky terrier no larger than a rodent. The pup made instant friends with our two-year-old. There were giggles and face-licking, shrill yapping and shivers of excitement. So it was...
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That regrettable NY resolution: update #1
You might recall that, at the beginning of the year, I pledged not to buy a single piece of new clothing for 12 long months (…excluding underwear. Definitely excluding underwear!). How’s that going? Six weeks in I can report that it’s going incredibly well. Like, amazingly well. As in, my wardrobe is bulging with oh-so-fashionable op shop finds to the point where I can...
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Upside Down
I was out walking… honestly, so many of my revelations, the whisperings from my heavenly Father, are received on these regular walks of mine, when the sun is in its infancy and the tracks are lonely. I was out walking, admiring the beauty around me; the craggy cliff faces stroked smooth and lined by the movements of the tidal river below; the merry clumps...
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Part of me wishes I’d never made this NY resolution…
My New Year’s resolution this year is going to be tough. Three days in and I’m already wondering if this was a mistake. I mean, why would any thinking girl commit to NOT buying a new dress, new jeans, a new top for that friend’s birthday party – not buying a single item of new clothing for an entire year? 2017 is the year...
